Busy Times

Wow, well where to begin? I'm afraid it's been far too long since my last update and the speed with which things happen combined with ongoing job hunting means that I feel as if I'm playing catch up a bit.

In my last blog I was telling you about going out to Big Night Out which was still only my third time out dressed. If I told you that in the last month the amount of times I had dressed outside of the confines of my own home stood closer to seven (if fact so much and so blurred that I'm now going to stop counting) and even included attending a Chinese buffet in central Manchester, would you believe me?

I guess the big change has been having people who I can go to places with as very few tgurls I'm sure have the balls to go to many events alone. (and maximum respect to those who do) In the last month six has taken good care of me and my confidence has grown immensely and for that I will always be eternally indebted to her.

The week after BNO I decided I would try to make it to the local Munch. (For those who don't know and have not read my previous blogs a Munch is basically a place where people with a shared BDSM interest meet for drinks occasionally) With her encouragement I went dressed and feel this was defiantly the right decision. While it may have been easier and less risky to have gone in boi mode it would be difficult to shake that image of me from the minds of other simply by putting on a skirt and some make up. Taken as well with one of my long term goals being to be comfortable and confident going out dressed this encouragement was exactly what I needed.

There was a little scary moment when we arrive in the venue and ordered a drink at the bar. I wanted to shoot upstairs to the pre-booked function room as opposed to standing in at the bar regardless of how empty it was. I had specifically dressed in andro style clothes as I feel more comfortable thinking that people are double taking me and wondering if I'm a guy or a girl then have them look at me and think I'm just a guy in drag or something. One old guy at the bar kept staring at me and I steadfastly refused eye contact. I was sure that I had no chance of passing and that the girl behind the bar who smiled at me was mealy humoring me but perhaps not?

I guess when it comes down to it there are alot of ugly girls out there and even with my guy shoulders, awful make up, and stubble I'm still slightly more passable than some genetic girls out there. Well, I have to have something to cling to. six tells me though that all I need is confidence and she is right of course. If I hold myself and walk as if I don't care and am not out of place no one is hardly likely to confront me.

After ordering drinks we went upstairs where other people local to the area had come. Everyone was really nice and although I was nervous throughout I don't think I needed to be. It was a little hairy being the only t-gurl there. At other events I'd been to it was a reassuring thing that no matter how badly dressed I was there was always someone maybe more so. But here, at an event that had nothing to do with the t-gurl or the gay scene I was perhaps, from one point of view, a fish out of water.

None the less it was a wonderful experience and one that I would recommend to other t-gurls who read this. While going to tg clubs and events can be alot of fun I think most of us aspire to be able to do things with people who we share other interests with than solely an affection for pretty clothes. (not that that is not enough) I was certainly out of my comfort zone but then that's often the best place to be for an interesting life.

Hmm I think this will do for one post. I'm sorry that there's no pictures but I promise to make it up with the next one. It should be along very soon as it's already happened. I guess it just depends on how lazy I am.

Big Night Out

Wow, it's been such a busy week that I'm still trying to catch up with everything that's happened. In my last blog I shared my first BDSM experience which was a pretty big event, but that wasn't all that I've been involved with in the last ten days.

As I'm sure many people who'll read this already know, there is a big TG event once a month at a club just outside of Milton Keynes known as Big Night Out (BNO). For anyone wanting to get out and get dressed this is probably one of the easiest ways to do it. The hotel over the road from the club becomes a variable tranny colony with t-gurl (and t-bois) from a diverse spectrum.

I've been very fortunate of late to get to know some really cool people of late online and one of them, a girl called Lucy, had invited me to join her and a few others to all meet up at one of the forthcoming BNOs.

I came down on the train and met up with Lucy, her girlfriend Angarad, and another t-gurl called Faith who I hadn't spoken to before. The night was nearly ruined when I opened my suitcase. I'd ended up packing three or four times as I initially over packed and tried to take only what I knew I'd need. However....somewhere in the middle of the repacking I took out the skirt I had intended to wear! Fortunately Angharad had a spare skirt but with me not having her shapely hips I had to keep the skirt on by using a belt. The only one I had was white and black checked which didn't go with the black and white outfit I'd been planning...panic! Fortunately, in all my over packing I'd still brought a pair of my black and white stripey Japanese knee socks so thankfully I was able to salvage the outfit just about!

After getting ready, (Lucy did an awesome job on my eyes and I never got around to getting her to teach me how to do it sadly) drinking a couple of bottles of wine, and taking several pictures we were ready to stumble across the road to the club.

I'd been out dressed twice before, once in Tokyo with someone I'd met online but didn't know too well, and once in Sheffield, when I'd got so annoyed at wanting to go out and not doing it that I took the plunge and went to a similar trans-night myself. Both were worthwhile experiences, but not knowing the people I was with very well made it a little nerve wracking. This time was different as I got to know the person I was going down to meet reasonably well in the preceding weeks and felt like I was going down to hang out with a friend rather then just as an excuse to get dressed up.

I think this way of thinking made a big difference, as really the whole point of dressing (at least from my perspective) is to be yourself and not play the part of someone else. So actually going down to have a night out with people who I had things in common and would have been friends with if we didn't have the trans thing in common was probably a good way to have it. I'd really enjoyed talking with Lucy in the weeks running up to the BNO and had let her do most of the hard work booking rooms and trying to organise other people who were interested in going.

We hung out in the bar, chatting amongst ourselves mainly, although there were a few people who each of use knew there as well so we got to say hi to a few different people. I didn't really do much mingling to be honest as I was just happy to get to know the people we were with, although I did get chatting to a cool photographer and get my piccie taken *beams happily*.

Around half past two/ three we were all getting a bit tired. That time of the night is usually my limit anyway so I was more then happy to head back to the hotel room, although I did have a pang of sadness as I cleaned my make up off in the bathroom. Ah well....they'll be other times....

Getting the Munchies

Well it's been over a week since my last entry so I thought I'd write a quick not to let you all know how things are going. Things are still on for going to the BNO on the 13th, I've had to tell my folks it's a "friend's birthday" and hopefully that'll avoid too many questions. I hate lying to my folks but I'm also not ready to tell them that I'm heading down to Milton Keynes to dress up in girl's clothes and hang out with a bunch of trannies. I'm still hoping that a job will come up and I'll be able to move out so that the next time I decide to go out in MK or Mancs I won't need to say anything.

The other news is that I've been talking to a very nice local D/s couple recently and this week met the slave half in person for a coffee. She's involved with the local Munch and it seems that getting involved with something like that is the best way to explore BDSM. For those who don't know what a Munch is, its basically a bunch of people with an interest in BDSM getting together for a drink essentially. So is deffinatly the safest way to meet up with genuine people which should be cool. Hopefully I'd be able to go down and meet up with the munch crew in the next week or so and start moving forward with exploring BDSM, so yay! :D

I'm still playing with the idea of doing some modeling as well. Am talking to a few tog's at the moment but unfortunatly the ones who I seem to get on the best with are the other end of the country while the photogrophers who I have the most oppertunity to meet up with don't seem quite as easy to talk with. It's deffinatly something I'll hopefully do at some point but like the rest of my exploration, it's best not to rush into these things. Anyone, until I do here are some kinky pics that somone photo shopped for me, hehe. Hope you like!

Boobs, Bras and a Big Night Out?

I feel quite fortunate that, after several years out in the wilderness of the interweb, I seem to finally be finding the cool people. Last week I told you about going shopping with Jen and Chloe, two girls who I met in a chat room I often frequent for people of my disposition. Theres been a few others who I've chatted to and have decided that, considering there is no chance of moving out of my parents box room just yet, that I will take the bull my the horns and fabricate a night out for myself.

So come the second Friday of next month, a week or so after I turn 24 for the second (or is it third?) time I shall be going down south for a "friends birthday" (for "friends birthday" please read "tranny night out") and meeting up with allot of cool people, getting dressed up pretty, and hopefully not embarrassing myself too badly. (my friend Lucy has promised not too let me drink too much wine).

I am *very* excited and really can't wait. Not just so that I can dress how i like in public, but so that I can get to know better some people who I've had good chats with on the net. I've got my outfit picked out now. The theme is 'red' which was the clincher really on my outfit (my wardrobe is so limited there isn't that much red in it really) so I'm going to wear my corset with my lil tartan skirt and some fishnets thrown in. I bought some shoes in mancs last week so hopefully those will do. They're a little too big but i hear you can fix that problem by inserting some gel pads or something.

Speaking of insertions (no not that kind) I've been test driving my new boobs this week too. I still feel D cup is potentially too big for me (and certainly too big for my bras) but it goes ok when i wear a t-shirt or other high necked top. I might take them for fun but I don't think they'll work with my corset.

I also bought another couple of essentials for the Big Night Out, a new set of panties and bra as my previous set looked like I'd stolen them from a tiny Japanese manga girl (i actually did buy them in Osaka so maybe that's not really surprising). They're very sexy and I might put up a pic for you readers if I can find one that isn't too raunchy. And also I bought a shrug, I've got no pics of that as yet, but it goes really well with my corset and means by boi shoulders draw slightly less attention.

Anyway, I'll put some pics up with this blog of the outfit, as well as some of the recent pics. Hope you like!

Piper
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